Monday again and I say to myself, "This week I will be better. I will write every day. I will keep the housework up. I will..." Well, you get the idea. It seems like the weeks fly by and I'm busy busy busy, but I can't seem to see that I'm getting anything done. This blog being a perfect example.
I kept saying, "Tomorrow I will think of something worthwhile to say on my blog." But then another month goes by and nothing of notable worth happens in my life and now I have reached a point where it's sort of embarrassing to write anything here.
Is my life really that boring? I wish I could say I was bored. I can't remember the last time I was at a loss for something to do. The trouble is, that what I do all day, is all stuff that seems to have no lasting impact. There is always another dish to wash and another pair of jeans to launder. There's always some event that some girl needs her Mom to take her to, or some help that the hubby needs with his business... (Funny, I started a blog for him, but I didn't write on my own.)
Well... this week I'll do better. I'll write every day. I'll catch up the housework. I'll get the taxes done. I'll clean out those corners that have been driving me crazy all year. I'll train the dog not to bark. I'll be a better cook. I'll learn to play the piano better. I'll be a better Mom. I'll... ... ...
Ah crum. Maybe I'll just go back to bed.